It is sunny but cold outside. Most of the snow is gone. It usually doesn’t last this long, which was about three days. I imagine it was perhaps enough snow for children to make snowmen.
I haven’t done anything about my car bumper yet. I still hurt from falling over the doggy steps. I must have twisted my back. And my knees are still banged up.
So I just flat don’t feel like getting into that right now after the aggravation of the insurance company and that body shop. Had me piqued for days.
As I sit here with Charlie in the recliner, I can see the tree shadows cast upon the fence. That particular tree that hangs over into my patio space is evergreen.
It looks kind of crappy this time of year. But soon it will be filled with perfumed white blossoms.
This week I’ve been watching “Wire In The Blood” on Acorn TV. I was curious about the title so I looked it up:
The title “Wire in the Blood” is a phrase that comes from T.S. … As for the meaning, in an interview Robson Green said the phrase was taken to mean a genetic kink, something impure and unusual in the blood, that leads to the kind of psychosis Dr. Tony Hill might deal with.
I don’t know what T.S. means.
The show is about a psychologist who profiles killers for the police. I’ve watched a couple of seasons of the show.
I would like to find a show along the lines of “Broadchurch” and “Hinterland” and “Happy Valley.” Those were great shows.
As is “Line Of Duty.” I’ve watched all the episodes of that but I think they are making more. Anyway I hope they are.
And of course you all know I love “Vera.” Did another episode air this week?
For some reason I have been all but obsessed in figuring out a new redo of my kitchen. I’ve been on Pinterest for hours each day trying to figure out what I want to do that doesn’t entail massive changes to this rental kitchen.
I’m thinking about taking three doors off, as I did once before. I don’t feel like painting inside the other cabinets as I did those three, which are natural wood. That would mean painting lots of coats to get it white like the others.
And I don’t want to even think about the cabinets above the refrigerator.
I was fine with the kitchen last month. But this month all that changed.
I guess that could fall under the category of “It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.”
And once I get something into my head I’m like a dog with a bone.